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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.