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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Nico,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Japan,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.