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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.