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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.