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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.