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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.