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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.