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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Franke,
cv313,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Television,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.