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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.