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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Monks,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.