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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
X-102,
10cc,
The Martian,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.