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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.