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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.