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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.