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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.