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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.