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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.