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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.