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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.