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 Mexico and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.