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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Quantec,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.