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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.