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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.