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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.