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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.