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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.