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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
ABC,
Ossler,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.