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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Make Up,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.