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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.