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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.