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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.