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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.