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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Evens,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.