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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.