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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.