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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.