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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.