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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.