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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.