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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.