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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.