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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.