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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.