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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.