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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
ABC,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.