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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.