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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.