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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
CMW,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.