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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.