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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.