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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.