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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.