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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Skriet,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.