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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.