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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.