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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.