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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.