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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.