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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 The Star Department 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Visage,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.