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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.