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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.