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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.