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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Faust,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.