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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.