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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.