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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.