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 Chad 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.