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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Names to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.