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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.