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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Gong,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.