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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.