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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.