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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
ABC,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.