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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.