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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Smog,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.