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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.