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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.