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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.