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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.