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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.