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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.