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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.