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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
John Cale,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.