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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.