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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.