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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.