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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
10cc,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.