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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.