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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.