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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.