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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.