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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.