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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
June Days,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.