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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.