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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
June Days,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.