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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.