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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.