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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.