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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.