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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.