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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.