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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.