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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.