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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.