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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.