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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.