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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.