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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Swans,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.