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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.