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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.