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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Gong,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.