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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.