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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.