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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.