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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.