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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.