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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
EPMD,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.