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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.