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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.