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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.