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 India and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.