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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.