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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Inner City,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.