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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.