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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.