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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.