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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
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.