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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.