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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
DNA,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.