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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.