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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.