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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.