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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.