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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.