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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Scion,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.