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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.