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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Zeros 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.