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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.