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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.