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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.