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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
JFA,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.