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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.