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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.