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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.