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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.