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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.