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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.