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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.