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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.