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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.