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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.