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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.