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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.