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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.