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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.