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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.