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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.