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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
June Days,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
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.