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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.