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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.