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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.