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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.