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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.