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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Franke,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.