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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.