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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.