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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.