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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Index,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.