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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
UT,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.