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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.