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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.