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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
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Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.