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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.