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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.