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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.