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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.