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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.