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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.