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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Names,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.