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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Crime,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.