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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.