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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.