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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.