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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.