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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.