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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Names,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.