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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.