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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Can,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.