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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.