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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.