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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.