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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.