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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.