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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.