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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.