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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.