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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.