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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.