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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.