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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.