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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.