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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.