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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Yaz,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.