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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.