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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.