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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.