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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.