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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.