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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.