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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Names,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.