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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.