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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.