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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.