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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.