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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Busters 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.