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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.