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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.