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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Saints,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.