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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.