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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.