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 United States and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Aswad,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.