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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.