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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.