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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.