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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.