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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.