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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.