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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Cure,
Scion,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
The Slits,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.