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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.