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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.