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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.