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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.