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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.