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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.