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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.