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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.