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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.