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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
cv313,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.