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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.