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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.