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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Index,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.