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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.