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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.