Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.