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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.