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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Swans,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.