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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.