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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Oneida,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.