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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.