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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.