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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.