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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.