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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.