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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.