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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Rekid,
Jandek,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.