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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.