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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.