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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Monks,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.