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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.