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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Television,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.