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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.