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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.