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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.