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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.