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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.