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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.