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 Palau 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.