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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.