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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.