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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.