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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.