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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.