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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.