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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.