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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.