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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.