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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scion,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.