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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.