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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.