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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Can,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.