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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Associates,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.