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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.