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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.