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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.