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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.