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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.