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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.