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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.