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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.