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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.