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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.