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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.