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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.