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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.