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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.