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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.