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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.