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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.