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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Human League,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.