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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.