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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.