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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.