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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.