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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.