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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.