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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.