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 United States and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.