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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.