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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Pylon,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.