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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.