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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.