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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.