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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.