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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.