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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.