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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.