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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.