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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.