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 United States and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters 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 disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.