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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.