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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.