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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.