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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.