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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.