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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.