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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.