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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.