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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.