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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.