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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.