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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Swans,
JFA,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.