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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.