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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.