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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.