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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Names to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.