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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.