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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.