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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.