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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.