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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.