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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.