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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.