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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Mars,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.