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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.