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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.