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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.