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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.