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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.