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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
the Association,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.