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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.