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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.