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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.