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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.