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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.