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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.