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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Brick,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.