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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.