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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.