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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.