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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.