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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.