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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Searchers to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.