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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.