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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.