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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.