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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.