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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.