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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.