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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.