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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.