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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.