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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.