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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.