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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.