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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.