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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.