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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.