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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.