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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.