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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.