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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.