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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.