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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.