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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.