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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.