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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
UT,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.