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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.