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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.