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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.