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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.