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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.