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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Crime,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.