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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
UT,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.