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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.