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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.