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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.