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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.