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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
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.