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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.