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 East Timor and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.