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 India and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.