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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.