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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.