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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.