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 Belgium and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.