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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.