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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.