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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.