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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Index,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.