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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Wire,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.