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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.