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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.