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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.