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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.