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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.