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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Make Up,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.