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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Slits 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 grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.