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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.