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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.