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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.