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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Fluxion 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.