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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.