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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.