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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.