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 Gabon and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.