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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.