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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.