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 Qatar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.