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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Ten City,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.