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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.