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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.