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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.