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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.