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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.