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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.