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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.