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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.