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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.