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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.