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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.