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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.