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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.