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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.