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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Slave,
Symarip,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.