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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.