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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.