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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.