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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.