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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.