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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.