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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.