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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
the Normal,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.