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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.