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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.