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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.