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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.