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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.