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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.