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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Happenings to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.