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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.