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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.