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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Ossler,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.