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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.