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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.