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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.