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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.