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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.