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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.