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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.