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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.