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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.