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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.