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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.