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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.