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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.