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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.