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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.