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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.