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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.