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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.