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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.