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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.