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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.