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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.