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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.