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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.