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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.