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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.