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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.