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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.