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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.