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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.