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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
DNA,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Fear,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.