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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.