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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.