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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 ABBA 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Q65,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.