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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.