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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Bluetip,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.