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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.