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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Television,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.