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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.