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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Slave,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.