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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
UT,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.