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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Television,
ABBA,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.