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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.