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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Smog,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.