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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.