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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.