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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.