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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.