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 Paraguay 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Can,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.