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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.